#he would be so gentle with you okay
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pairing: wriothesley x reader
summary: you really want to spend time with wriothesley right now.
word count: 1.1k+
warnings/tags: 18+, nsfw content (under the cut), umm praise from wriothesley??, kind of shy/insecure reader, fingering, fem/female bodied! reader, he calls you sweetheart and baby, i was gonna let him use his cuffs and then i forgot so he's extra gentle instead
a/n: i need him.
Every time you visit Wriothesley in his office, he knows it's because you're needy. You don't make the trip all the way there for no reason.
"I just missed you." You'll say, leaning against the table with a pout. It's the way you're avoiding eye contact with him and staring your shoes that gives you away. Not to mention the fact that you're standing right in front of his seat and forcing him to look at you instead of the paperwork he has on his desk.
He resists the urge to laugh. With a slow and precise movement, he leans forward so that he's meeting your gaze again. "Yeah? You just wanted to spend time with me?"
"Mhm." You feign innocence. Archons, you're even blushing.
"Still too nervous to use your words, huh?"
He watches as your shoulders tense. Guilt is written all over your features. He watches as you take a deep breath in to try to calm yourself, meeting his eyes with a flash of confidence this time. There's a rigidness in your form still though, and your mouth opens to say something. But he doesn't let you.
His hands clasp around your thighs, pushing them open so he can move forward on his seat to put himself between your legs. Before you can continue your sentence, he kisses you.
He knows you're about to apologise for something inane, like bothering him when he's clearly so busy, but he wants to remind you that he'll always make time for you. This isn't annoying for him. And it never will be. Besides, it's not like he can focus on anything while you're here.
It's a gentle kiss, and he lets himself part from you just a little before he's speaking again.
"Shh. I'll take care of you, okay?"
It's so quiet that you can hear how loud your breathing is. It's long, languid breaths at first, even as your heartbeat thuds quickly in your chest.
He's barely even touched you, and you still feel your breath hitch as he traces his fingers over your clothed pussy. You don't say anything, just letting his hands explore you and letting him squeeze and caress without complaint. He'll never tell you, but he likes holding you like this; likes knowing you're comfortable enough to let him just touch wherever. His hands never wander above your waist, and his motions slow as he tries to figure out what you're after today.
In exchange, you tentatively run your fingers through his hair. Once. Twice. And it takes you a couple seconds to realise that he's still just tracing his fingers over your thighs because he's waiting for you to ask for what you want. A small sound of frustration leaves your lips. This doesn't need to be this hard. But the soft intimacy of his hands touching you seems to add a knot in your throat. So you do the next best thing. You nudge his hand to where you actually want him to touch.
"There." A sigh of contentment leaves his lips. "That wasn't so hard, right?" And he still has the audacity to look up to you with a cheeky grin that sends your heart racing.
His fingers are gentle — pushing inside you and feeling, before they become searching, and all you can feel is a pleasure running up your legs and curling in your stomach. A breathy huff leaves your lips and that has him properly chuckling. You can't really help it if your hips jerk upwards to meet his touch a little better.
But he stills you easily.
He stands up, curving his arm around your waist and pulling you further to the edge of the table so you can't escape the way his fingers curve inside you.
"Wrio—" You moan against his ear, not entirely sure what you're asking for or what you're wanting, but wanting something nonetheless. He's quicker at thinking of it than your pleasured-muddled mind. His lips connect with yours again and you're barely able to kiss him back properly. It's all open mouthed, and a little sloppy. A warmth pulses through you as he traces his lips across your jaw forgivingly, down the side of your neck, nibbling lightly all the way. An uncontrolled whine from your throat has him huffing a laugh against your skin.
"Like this?" He mumbles, brushing his lips against your collarbones while his fingers push on a spot that has you moaning again.
A panic runs through your veins when you hear knocking at the door, and you put your hands on his shoulders, ready to stop him and scurry away. Except he's already murmuring out a reassurance against your neck before you can try.
"Shh, sweetheart. It would be a shame to end this now." He whispers casually. "They can wait." And really, with that purr in his voice, he could get you to do anything.
You let out a strained whine, trying to be quiet as he praises you, marking you with soft kisses across what bare skin he can get his mouth on. It's so easy for him to make you cum like this. And you do, with a sigh and with your eyes closed, as the knocking echoes through his office once more.
He's patient with you, tucking your shirt back over your shoulder where he pulled it down and you hadn't even noticed. His hand moves from your waist to your hair, tussling it. All while he's whispering sweet words to you.
"You okay? That was so good, baby. You were so good for telling me what you wanted, okay?"
You're barely listening, still trying to come down from the pleasure and trusting him to let him tidy up your frazzled form. Once he's finished, he kisses your forehead, sending a spark through your body. It's his way of giving you a small confidence booster as he leaves your side and walks around his desk and calling for whoever was knocking to come in. By then, he's already moved you to the more comfortable position of his chair.
Wriothesley greets whoever is behind the door with a twinkle in his eye, barely looking at whoever is speaking because he keeps taking glances at you. You're still perched all pretty on his chair, the perfect picture of attentiveness as though he didn't just finger you a few moments before. It's the small, impatient wriggle that you do on his chair that gets his full attention again. There's a look in your eyes and he knows he's not finished with you. Not yet.
He'll have to continue what he's started once this conversation is done. He did promise to take care of you after all.
#wrio x reader#wriothesley x reader#genshin x reader#wrio smut#wriothesley smut#— alathea writes#genshin smut#genshin wriothesley#i need him oh my god#i'm so upset that i was still on break from genshin when his banner was out :(((#did his story quest and everything bc i loved him sm!!#he would be so gentle with you okay#i'm gonna cry#thinking about him and aftercare :((
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I just remembered that up until 5th grade, all of the sports teams I was in weren't separated by gender. I played basketball and baseball with boys. And we did just fine.
It wasn't until 6th grade when they segregated it by gender. It didn't make sense to me. I was now in softball because of baseball, because "softball is for girls" and "baseball is for boys" (which confused me bc my dad was on an adult softball team).
Now, my brother's all-male team didn't win a single game. My all-girls team won every single one.
They presented the boys' team with this HUGE trophy, and if you wanted replicas of it, they were $30 each.
My team was presented with a very small trophy. Extras were $5.
That's when I decided gender-segregated sports were bullshit.
#my mom went off on my brother's coach for that#said that it wasn't fair that my brother's team got to celebrate more than us despite actually winning#(it was through the same sports program)#she said she wasn't gonna pay $30 for a trophy whenever he was a horrible coach#bc the boys he had when they were on my team with my coach did just fine#their coach was this horrible egotistical guy who would scream at tbem for not doing good enough#when he didnt even KNOW HOW TO PLAY and was just there bc his kid was praying#my coach was this cool ass dad that was very calm and gentle with us#the coach was like ''oh so you don't think your son deserves to celebrate?''#my mom was like ''he should but he needs to learn that he can't be rewarded for losing while#my daughter is barely rewarded for winning and i don't want to teach him that gender inequality is okay''#(my mom is cool af sometimes)#we both quit playing after that
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Dean Winchester of Supernatural fame is NOT reading parenting books he is putting on Cheaper By The Dozen, Daddy Daycare and Honey I Shrunk The Kids taking notes.
#i woulda said full house but dean's more a movie guy than a tv guy#it doesn't help. btw. lol.#if dean read a gentle parenting guide he would scoff and roll his eyes and throw it across the room#and eventually start silently weeping if he was convinced to keep going bc HE was a kid and HE didn't get treated with respect or gentlenes#dean in an argument with those mommy bloggers he follows saying something like 'please. i was left in a motel room with my brother#from like age 7 upwards I think little Timmy will be okay in the car by himself for 3 minutes 🙄“#and someone hits him with 'I'm so sorry that happened to you' and he tries to brush it off all day and complain about it to Sam#and Sam's like. yeah it was kinda fucked up though. and Dean's like WELL I KNOW THAT BUT HE WAS DOING HIS BEST#(not fully believing it bc he certainly can't picture leaving a 7 year old alone in the world they live in no matter what)#(and Dean's never fully actually agreed with their dad but he feels attacked by Sam's agreeing)#(but old habits run deep)#cawis creates
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What if Asmo got gum stuck in his hair, like really in there and somewhere he cant see easily
But MC helps him get it out and they manage to without damaging or cutting his hair
#Not to be thirsty early in the morning but i think thst would really get him going#but seriously i was imagining this scenario in bed this morning#like making him sit in a chair (or on a pillow on the ground next to his bed)#whatever works for you#using hair clips to pin the nonstuck hair out of the way#theres like several different ways that can help remove gum--including peanut butter#Anyways mc is just searching up what to do and is like “okay...”#“we got this 👍”#and theyre so gentle when handling his hair cause they know how much he cares about it#obey me asmodeus x mc#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus x reader#My question tho is how gum got stuck in his hair like that lol#He let his guard down for 3 seconds and laid his head against a wall outside or something without thinking maybe#Or some silly cartoon shenanigans#Where someone is just blowing and big gum bubble and it pops and gets everywhere lmaoo#I like the cartoon one#Cause its silly#i pray for whoever did that tho cause ik he was mad mad#but seriously hes so thankful and pleased#like staring at you with sparkly anime eyes type shit#(//☯^☯//)#maybe something like this lol#and probably kisses and hugs too#....i think asmo would use emoticons actually#hes an XD user so i dont think its far fetched#let him send emoticons in the chat it would be funny and the brothers would probably want him to stop#except levi actually#levi joins in#ahhh my brain is so cute this morning WOW
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Okay y'all it is over it is done the conversation has been had he knows I love him we are still friends I have cried my eyes out properly I have laughed again my heart will keep on hurting for a while but it is FINISHED
#it is a bit rough to be told that the age gap (3 years??) is too big and life stages are too different#and that it would be unwise since im graduating next year#and then be told that he's not attracted to you in that way#and THEN be told that if you were younger he might consider it#but alas that is the way the cookie crumbles#i do value his friendship very much and i am glad for it#but i am also glad he was honest with me#lads if i could choose i would go through all of it again! i have loved this poor sweet oblivious boy for a short while#but it has been very long and very deeply lodged in my heart#anyway i will be okay and im glad i can laugh again so soon :)#thank you for praying for me it really has been a fresh new hell in many ways#and i do love him. i do love him so terribly much#but i know it will pass#also he WAS very sweet about it. very sweet and honest and vulnerable and i deeply appreciated it#part of me is like. WILL I EVER LOVE AGAIN??? and the other part is like. i cant imagine loving anyone else#i kid you not he is the most wonderful God fearing gentle kind man of integrity i know. i love him terribly.#and there is no other guy who i trust implicitly and know i can tell or talk to about anything#so it is hard to imagine loving anyone else. he is so precious to me and just being around him makes my heart so happy#it will pass!!!!!#the waiting room chapter
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Bad has so many reasons to be cautious, even paranoid, as anyone else on the island. From Federation nonsense to Dapper being kidnapped to the whole purgatory nonsense to whatever fuckass suit of armor “old friend” was setting up cameras in his house. But it compounds on his regular overly aware paranoid self to this state of hyper-paranoia. And as a demon who can and usually will lie, cheat, steal, and use sneaky underhanded tactics, he expects the craziest extent because he thinks of it, realizes it’s possible, and would use it himself. We saw this very obviously in purgatory - when he thought greens desperate last ditch effort to balance the scale was a super planned out tactic to tip the scale, so he did it first, all the hardcore base hunting, the spawn killing, there’s a reason every other tactic he used usually followed a main channel qsmp post with updated rules - all usually things he was surprised no one else thought of. But then this also piles onto the fact that he has to have things go his way, all the time, and that he’s argumentative as all get out, which led to the debate between him and Bagi yknow. Especially because he’s not just doing it for the sake of being right, he doesn’t think he’s paranoid, but that he’s exercising the right amount of caution.
So like. Listen dude. Yeah he’s got reasons to be paranoid. But his thought process around building vaults for separate cookie caches like they locked up the risus pills, only to scrap it because it’s not perfectly impenetrable, is extreme. His character has hardly been a leading example in someone who has reasonable reactions to things. And even when there isn’t his own children’s livelihoods potentially on the line, he has a need for control, and the most control he has is if he keeps the cookies in his inventory at all times. If he makes himself the sole point in which the others can get ones in a case of emergency, then he can control the variables. The problem is he’s unreliable about himself when he’s at his most rational and healthiest, and he’s far worse with the current memory and health issues he’s been mostly unaware of.
I dunno it’s like. There is never going to be a purely impenetrable base. And it’s not just a case of “Bagi just hasn’t lived through __ yet!”. Bad’s own logic about keeping the cookies on him at all times is flawed under his own logic, because Bagi is right - if someone has enough drive to break into separate secured cookie caches purely for the downfall of eggs, they more than certainly have enough drive to find a way to kill Bad and just take them from his inventory, or to just kill the eggs themselves. All it truly does is give Bad a sense of control, and soothe his paranoia.
#everyone let’s remember rurus’ tweet about bad NOT being in the blunt rotation. he would try to pluck cameras out of your eyes. and he will#make it seem like it’s the most reasonable thing to do in that moment#now this is more me complaining about shit I’ve been seeing on Twitter in the tags <3 love and peace but I’ve got beef#side note - to say the people who are commenting on qBad’s paranoia or this and that are all newcomers who just ‘weren’t there to experienc#-the dark times’ or ‘weren’t there for the egg deaths/nightmares’ like you are not immune to the way bbh can make something seem so#reasonable#he’s got his own reasons to be paranoid. and most everyone agreed that the base idea of a ‘cookie jar’ would need rethinking with security#but to say qBagi (or Jorge’s/other viewers) is shortsighted or naive. when qBad is THE definition of paranoia. of overreacting. like#qBad’s reaction extends from a mixture of care hyper paranoia and trauma response (which is half that hyper paranoia)#and he will pick and pick and pick until there’s nothing left to pick at#sometimes this is helpful. a lot of the time it’s not#and on the flip side it’s like y’all bad cares about the eggs to a ridiculous degree don’t be silly here okay. he does this because he care#even without a memory in his brain he calls them ‘little one’ and is gentle like. he cares#but at the same time this doesn’t always justify his nonsense. his thought processes. he’s Uber hyper paranoid and not easy to reason with#he’s selfish he can and will jump to extremes he’s overly controlling. and he’s the worlds most unreliable narrator#I’ve been saying this I’ll keep saying this he’s an unreliable narrator! this doesn’t make everything he says or thinks bullshit but you#cannot take what he says to himself how he justifies his actions etc etc in private at face value. unless he is making it EXPLICITLY CLEAR#he’s talking from a meta perspective as the creator of his character#you have to take his perspective with a grain of salt. because he will ‘I’m just a little guy and the world is out to get me’ his way outta#everything#there is a difference between reasonable caution from learned past experiences and overly anxious paranoid responses#idk I’m running out of steam sorry this is like a second post with the tags#and again I say this as a huge qBbh enjoyer lmao#mcyt#qsmp#q!bbh#q!bagi#z speaks
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some more jack and thenamesh? jacks grandparents, bens parents, come to visit as a surprise but jack is home alone with thena and gil because phastos and ben are on a date and jacks grandparents are a bit worried and confused because they don't know these people but jack is happy to say: this is my aunt thena and my uncle gil
"Jack?"
"Jaddi! Jaddati!" he smiled, rushing over to them as they closed the front door behind them.
"Hello," his grandmother leaned down, patting her grandson's head while her eyes were occupied with the strangers at the top of the stairs. "Jack, wh-who is here with you?"
Jack looked up the stairs as Aunt Thena stood first, always the most on guard when it came to meeting new people. Uncle Gil moved to stand beside her, watching things quietly. He grasped his grandmother's hand. "Jaddati, this is Aunt Thena and Uncle Gil. They're from Dad's side of the family."
Their eyes bulged, never having thought they would meet Phastos' mysterious family. They looked between themselves before trying to smile somewhat naturally. "H-How nice to meet you."
Aunt Thena watched as they ascended the stairs with Jack leading them. She took a few steps back to make room for them. But he had seen Aunt Thena meet new people before, and this was pretty normal for her.
"Aunt Thena, Uncle Gil," Jack moved between the two couples, trying to introduce them properly, like a grownup. "This is my Jaddi and Jaddati. They're Baba's parents."
Aunt Thena tilted her head at them, speaking slowly, "hello."
"Uh," Uncle Gil tried more to smile at them, "h-hi. Ben's family--we've heard about you!"
"Really?"
Jack twisted his lips as the events unfolded. They weren't being unfriendly, but there was something not quite right, either. He looked between both sets of people in his life. "Aunt Thena and Uncle Gil helped Dad save the world!"
His Jaddati smiled, clearing her throat and toying with the edge of her hijab. "Jack has such a wonderful imagination."
Thena just barely got her mouth open before Gil wrapped his arm around her waist. "Kids are great for that."
"Phastos has such a, uh," his Jaddi floundered, touching his hands to his jeans, "broad family tree. Where have you come from?"
"We are visiting from Australia," Aunt Thena finally spoke up. "Phastos and Ben were kind enough to open their home to us during our stay."
"Ah, yes," Jaddati smiled at them, the edges of it still shaky. "A-And how long are you staying?"
Uncle Gil and Aunt Thena just looked at each other. As far as Jack knew, they were staying until they had to go back to Australia for some reason or another. Maybe to do house stuff? Jaddi and Jaddati spend half the year back east, maybe his aunt and uncle would do the same with their home back in Australia.
"Until we have outstayed our welcome."
Jack eyed his grandparents. He could understand why they were nervous around his other relatives. Dad said everyone from their family just...had that effect on people (humans).
His grandmother straightened her shoulders and moved closer to the other woman present, both of them tall and statuesque when eye to eye. "Thena, was it?"
"It was."
She continued despite the peculiar woman naming herself Jack's aunt. "We have had the pleasure of knowing Phastos for a very long time now, and having him as a son for some of that has been a blessing."
Jack watched Aunt Thena closely. She had little things about her that could tell him a lot about how she was feeling. He caught the way her shoulders lowered faintly and her hands became less tightly clasped closed.
"I understand that there was a time when you were all," Jaddati searched for the right word, "separated."
Uncle Gil's hand slid over Aunt Thena's, moving their fingers together.
"But Phastos is a good man, and my son married the right person for him." Jaddati straightened her shoulders more, matching Aunt Thena's rigid posture. "And it is through them both we were given Jack. So I am thankful to your brother, and that he was brought into our lives."
Gil raised his eyebrows. Thena smiled at the human woman.
"Family of Phastos'," his grandmother held out her hands to Thena, "is family of ours."
Thena observed the hands for just a second before slowly holding her own to mirror the position. Her pale ones slipped against the hands of Jack's grandmother's. She blinked. "You have aged remarkably well."
"Thena!" Uncle Gil pinched her side, making her make a face at him. He chuckled, smiling at Jack's grandmother especially, "s-sorry. We, uh, don't get out much."
But Jaddati smiled, the same way Baba smiled at Aunt Thena when they were getting along so well. "It was a compliment, was it not?"
"It was."
Uncle Gil sighed. He often said he wanted Aunt Thena to meet and get along with more humans. Well, Jack thought this was a perfect opportunity! "Hey!"
Thena and Jaddati both looked at him sharply.
"Uh," he lost some nerve but tried to stay strong, clasping his hands in front of him (if he acted cute, maybe they would agree). "W-We should all do something together."
"Like what?" Uncle Gil chuckled, the way he did when he was humouring him.
"The..." Jack eyed his collective family, looking at him expectantly. "Movies?"
"I do believe your fathers have said that your screen time is too much this week already."
Jaddati looked at Thena, clearly pleased with her input. She put her hands on her hips, "you should listen to your aunt, Jack."
He sighed, looking down at his feet, "yes, Jaddati."
"What about this?" his grandfather held his hands out, eager to salvage the bonding moment. "We were going to take Ben and Phastos and Jack out to dinner when we arrived. We can call them and meet them in the city--all five of us!"
"That's a great idea!" Gil joined in, especially eager to bond over food, even more especially with their new extended family. He looked at Thena, "c'mon, baby, please?"
Jack and Jaddati both looked at Thena, who visibly squirmed, trying to look away from Gil's big puppy dog eyes. Jack made the same expression, pressing his hands together, "pretty please, Aunt Thena?"
All three humans - plus her husband - witnessed the second her resolve melted in the face of her nephew. "Very well."
"Yes! It's gonna be great, I promise!"
Jack's grandparents traded a look as he skipped and wrapped his arms around his aunt's torso. She didn't seem entirely natural about the physical affection, but her hand could not have been gentler as she laid it atop Jack's head.
"Wash your hands and wear something warm," she directed.
"Okay!" he agreed readily in his excitement. He took Jaddi and Jaddati's hands again. "You should bring your stuff in here. And you can sit next to me at dinner! Aunt Thena sits next to me too, because she doesn't always like food that's not Uncle Gil's, but she'll go halvesies with me no matter what I get."
#Jack and Thenamesh#I hope you like it!#I love seeing this little family dynamic#and I love Thena with Jack#I just think she would be so soft with him#so so gentle with this little human boy#his grandparents are like oh my god Ben was right they're not human#but they figure hey#Jack loves them#they can't be terrible#They get in the car and they're like Jack don't you want to be in front?#he says no it's okay#he's gonna sit in the back and hold Aunt Thena's hand because she gets carsick#his grandmother wants to cry because oh my this boy is just so sweet#and they see all night how much he adores her#they do sit together and they whisper about what to get and Jack asks her questions#dinner comes and Thena and Jack really do split her chicken pasta and his kids burger and fries in half#she gives him all her broccoli#only for Gil to then give her his because dammit they both need veggies#his grandparents think it's so sweet and lovely#Ben: I know right?#Phastos: do not encourage those idiots they'll spread the stupid to our son
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Ohhhhh oh how about "One talking to the other when they think they're asleep" for Maria and Fenris pretty please?
Thank you for the prompt! <3 I had to ponder this a bit, but I am happy with the results c:
("Sharing a bed" prompts here; I am still open c:)
(Also, please forgive my rusty Latin; it's been eight years since I've had to actually use it for anything more than a party trick. I've also fiddled with the translation below for flow. Apologies to the memory of Catullus)
Tevene/Latin:
Tuus sum: I am yours
Corpus animaque: Body and soul
Placideque quiescas: Rest well and peacefully
Fenris/Maria Hawke | 1,138 Words | No warnings
Corpus Animaque
"Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love,
and the rumors of rather stern old men
let us value all at just one penny!
Suns may set and rise again;
for us, when once the brief light has set,
an eternal night must be slept.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
then another thousand, then a second hundred,
then yet another thousand, then a hundred;
then, when we have performed many thousands,
we shall stir them into confusion, so that we might not know,
and in order not to let any wicked person envy us,
when he knows that our kisses number so many."
---Catullus 5*
“Say something in Tevene,” Hawke had murmured to him perhaps half an hour ago.
Fenris, who was now well versed in what Hawke sounded like when she was trying to force herself to stay awake, had obliged. He’d taught her hello and goodbye, then described the room at length in disinterested tones, all the while allowing his voice to grow ever quieter. Maria slept deeply now, her cheek pillowed on her arm atop the pillow, and Fenris let his head rest on its side so he could watch her.
It had been strange to speak the tongue of his birth with her—odd, like two halves of his life twining when he’d expected them to be forever as water and oil. There was something, though, in speaking to Maria when he knew she could not understand him. Fenris pondered this for a time, listening to the crackle of the fire at her hearth and the soft whistle of her sleeping breath.
“Cor mea,” Fenris murmured after a moment: my heart, a simple enough endearment.
Hawke did not stir. She’d rested her hand near his shoulder, as she often did, and he’d obligingly twined his fingers with hers. Fenris set his other hand over both now, cradling her hand between his.
There were things he ought to say to her. He knew that. But even now, when he was certain there would be no leaving her, words of love refused to slip easily from his lips. Not in the common tongue; not even in the one he’d spoken for most of his life.
Not his own words; perhaps the words of others would come to him more easily.
“Vivamus, mea Maria, atque amemus,” he murmured, feeling the pulse at her wrist where it pressed against his, “rumoresque senum severiorum onmes unius aestemimemus assis.”
Maria pulled her hair back in a red silk scarf when she slept. It prevented her hair from tangling too badly in the night and kept either of them from rolling onto her bounty of curls while they slept. Now, a small curl had snuck from its confines just below her ear, threatening to tickle the sensitive skin and wake her. Fenris lifted one hand and tucked it back with the rest, moving slowly and carefully. Hawke did not stir, for which he was grateful. There was more yet to say.
“Soles occidere et redire possunt;” Fenris went on, “nobis, cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda.”
An eternal night indeed; they had, both of them, seen enough of death to last several lifetimes. Her pulse thrummed steadily against his own, as if in sweet answer to the unspoken undertone to the words. They were alive now, the two of them; whatever rest they might share tonight was not that long rest, but the blink of an eye in the span of their days.
There will be other nights, she’d told him once. He dwelled too heavily on dreadful possibilities now. While she still slept…let him finish this, at least.
Fenris spoke the rest of the words—give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then another thousand—meaning each of them as he spoke. They were not his words; they were borrowed from someone he’d never met. Even so, they seemed intended for something like this: a room that held only the two of them, an unusually clear night in Kirkwall which showed the stars clearly through her bedroom window, and the gradually softening light from the fire that kept them warm. Such words should be exchanged in whispers and the touches of hands, intended only for a lover’s ears.
It felt wrong to end with the poem, but Fenris didn’t have to cast about for something to end with. There were other words he’d told her before, words he’d conveyed in a dozen different ways if not a hundred. He’d seen her concern when he’d said them the first time—I am yours—as if she was worried about why he might say that. As if she thought he’d somehow conflated her with those who would have owned him once.
The whole of it was too much to explain, too strange to say aloud: if I may at last choose what to do with my life, I choose to give it to you. I would give all of myself to you if I could, because you would never ask me to, because you have insisted on seeing me as a person from the first moment we met.
Too formal.
Too many possible hidden meanings, when he’d first said the words to her in those bruised days after that disastrous night together. Fenris had chosen the easiest ones instead of the explanation, willing to risk her concern in exchange for some level of understanding.
It was easier now; he could say them with more affection, and she’d returned the words more than once. They meant something different when Hawke said them, but that had never bothered him.
“Tuus sum,” Fenris told her now, the words feeling firmer in this language, more binding—though the weight of them was a comfortable one, words and bonds he’d chosen rather than ones that had been chosen for him.
“Corpus animaque,” Fenris finished, his voice hardly more than a whisper, “placideque quiescas, cor mea.”
It seemed fitting, somehow, to dip his head and kiss her hand then. If he were less tired, he may have considered why such an implicit vow had felt necessary. Matters had passed tense in Kirkwall weeks ago and slid unstoppably toward some imminent danger. Fenris could not smooth her way; he could not fight her battles for her.
But he could hold her hand in the night, and whisper to her of kisses and days to come. He could stay by her side as long as she would allow him.
As long as there was strength in his arms, as long as he could stand with her, he believed he would see her safe. He had never been an optimist; if pressed, he would not wager on their odds.
But Hawke—he believed in her. If anyone could navigate them out of this disaster, it was her.
“Mea cor,” he said one more time, setting her hand back over his chest with exquisite care.
The time for words had passed. It was past time for rest. Fenris looked at Hawke once more before he closed his eyes, tracing the shadows of her face, the softness of her eyelids, the unfading smile lines on either side of her mouth. When he’d looked his fill for now (only for now; it could never be enough for forever, as he knew well), Fenris closed his eyes at last.
It was much longer before his focus slipped from the steady pulse in her wrist and Fenris fell asleep at last.
*Base source for translation: Wikipedia
(I know, there are prettier versions elsewhere, but it's nearly one am and i don't want to look)
#maria hawke#fenris#fenhawke#my writing#da2#hawke#i do love the idea of fenris finding it easier to be outwardly affectionate in tevene vs the common tongue#something about her not being able to understand him allowing him to say more than he otherwise would#i am going to keep thinking about this i can tell#is it crimes that i swapped lesbia with maria? maybe. but it still scans so#filed under: choices that would have made my latin professor shake her head in gentle confusion#now i know what you're thinking#and you're right: many of ovid's poems would fit them better#but i take exception with corinna being like the personification of poetry or w/e#at least catullus was writing his poems to a real woman even if she was married to someone else#(i know i know; you weren't thinking that but it's okay. ovid is an exceptional poet and i can non sum desultor amoris#or militat omnes amans with the best of them)#do you ever write a series of sentences and wonder if they come off as pretentious? hmm#not my intent; i just miss latin and the class i took that was just ovid translation#upon reflection i am deleting none of it; you will all just have to live with my opinions about the amores#thanks again for the prompt lol!! i hope it wasn't too much latin c:#shivunin scrivening
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Solas says I know a place and takes you to the middle of a swamp where he insults your culture, religious beliefs, and then dumps you.
#yeah im still thinking about this and its the next day#he might be telling the truth about the Vallaslin but my inquisitor did not let him remove it#I’ve played her as very proud to be dalish and believes in elven gods so it would be out of character even if solas says something else#maybe that’s what it represented then but it is not what it is now and she chooses to move forward#about the breakup … this is not the first time a man takes me on a date and dumps me 😭😭 but hey um wtf#honestly my lavellan does love him and is hurt but she has to be so many things to so many different people#there’s bigger things at stake and bigger problem to deal with at this time than whatever he's hiding or lying about#im pretty sure he was going to say something else not about the vallaslin#but his fear is dying alone becasue i saw it in the fade and yet !!!! he pushes everyone away he picks fights with everyone no matter whos#in the party he didnt come to the wicked grace game he never opens up beyond what he has seen in the fade. he is a fixed point#i wanna shake him by the shoulders and YELL WHATA RE YOU DOING you could have it all someone who loves you and a wonderf#a wonderful found family. he is kind and gentle but he is also so full of ANGER and he is so set on things being as he sees them.#Cole cant change because to Solas cole is always a spirit. the dalish are misguided and YOU Lavellan are just different YOURE special#the meaning of the vallaslin cant change because to him it represents slavery and it is in stone to him. things dont change with time they#are fixed. like things in the fade it what it was preserved. he is trying to hold on to a past that doesnt exist that has moved forward.#Solas says you cant change yourself by wishing. but i would say wishing for change is THE required prerequisite for change. a little though#a little idea a little wish that something was different better. but to#why cant you move forward Solas what the fuck are you holding onto so intesely#OKAY WHATEVER IM DONE WITH THIS ESSAY IM OVER IT ITS FINE ITS SO FINE
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"Whomevers pursuing whom in this very moment, I intend to eat them."
HANNIBAL I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD YOU ARE STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT WITH YOUR COCKY LITTLE CHEEKY REMARKS THAT I KNOW ARE NOT ABOUT FISH JELLY
I love you so much and I know you have plenty of experience while I am literally laid here in bed in stitch pyjamas but oh my god
#Hannibal you are actually going to be the death of my both of my heart and the other area you make beat like a heart#hannibal i love you so much please never stop being you#except you could maybe stop the eating people part i think that would be good#just a thought#hannibal thoughts#please be gentle with me hannibal#hannibal#“im going to make these remarks because they're investigating me and it would be silly to say these things so its then it's actually smart”#YEAH BUT MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT#oh my lord the small fight Hannibal has in s2 ep12 has me BEGGING FOR HIM#HE'S GOT SO MANY MOVES AND I WOULD LIKE HIM TO USE THEM ALL ON ME#his little raspy voice saying “shouldn't have done that” GONE. I AM JUST GONE.#OH NO OH FUCK WILL LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID YOU PREDICTED THIS SHIT#FUCK YES WILL THAT'S MY BOY#wait what the fuck is this set shit oh Hannibal what did you do OH OH I SEE OKAY ALRIGHT NEVERMIND CARRY ON#poor Mads has been made to look like some weird shit in this show#OH DUDE WHAT THE FUCK NO NOT THE FUCKING DOGS NO#NO HANNIBAL WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL THERE AICJSNDNISH#He's still going i love that this show just does not stop or hide anything i love that#stop it the way hannibal looks up at will as he walks up to him sketching he loves him so much
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I feel bad blocking my friend on this blog. but she can't see this anymore.
#vents 🌧️#tw sui#I just. god I'm a bad friend aren't I.#she's venting to me about how she wishes she had a partner and how she just wants to be loved#and I get it. I really do. and I'm telling her that I love her and that I'm here for her#but where was she when I fucking needed her.#today my dad said that he doesn't care about my life. he knows how bad my depression is. he knows I've been really suicidal.#and he screamed it so loud. there's no way he thought I couldn't hear#that's not something you say about your fucking suicidal child when you know they're in earshot#maybe it's better this way. I won't have to question whether he cares if I live or die#I can never go back to normal after this. I am going to spend the rest of my life carrying this around#I just wish someone would use gentle words and tell me that everything will be okay. like I try so fucking hard to do for everybody else#oneka always said 'you can't pour from an empty cup' and I'm so close to running out. one day I'm going to stop being able to do anything#because the people I pour to most will never fucking fill my cup.#I'm probably saying things that aren't true#but I'm hurting so much#and I can't fucking SAY 'oh yeah my dad said he doesn't care if I die' to anybody. so I have to say it here#I'm sorry. I'm so sorry#I know things are going to get much worse soon.#I'm just a kid. do I really deserve this?#tw suicide
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@scrtilegii said: the sharp ends of her form frighten him not, permitting for them to pierce his form as he seeks to stand as close to Dreya as possible. behold the tribute in blood that I bring to you!, silent yet nonetheless implied. a ravenous thing, desire. and he ought to know better than to permit it to consume him, though, alas, none other in the world should be more deserving of his adoration than her.
capturing Dreya's form in his wanting arms, Parma presses his lips against the inviting skin of her neck, all the while enduring the sharpness of the spikes piercing his body in full. oh, but it is not his blood alone he would offer her. how else should he show her the bottomless pit of his want? how else would he write the words of the spell he wishes to cast on her, if not in his own blood? come, oh Goddess, do surrender yourself to me! I shall rebuild your altar, I shall offer you proper libation. for now, let my arms encircle you, let my mouth worship you, let my blood stand as sacrifice! ( hello AJAHSHSHS )
The realm beyond moves with activity ; like the waxing and waning of the moon itself, like the ebb and flow of the tides, so too does her realm in activity. Sometimes it is tranquil and other times it pulses with activity, like the hum of a star being pulled together. The latter is the state now, with more of her enhanced creatures roaming the landscape of the realm though they grant Parma access unharmed as if he belongs to the realm. And is that not the case? If he belongs to Dreya, then so does he belong as everything else in this realm does to her.
Real gods require blood in the same way mortals require water - they require conflict and grit and resilience. As the emergence of her moon draws nearer through the steady march of time, more sharp edges appear on her, piercingly sharp and as black as a starless void. They fold and lap together - some as platelike armor, others like weapons. They pierce through flesh with ease, her head turned to watch him when he bleeds for her. That is true dedication ; willingness to let yourself be torn apart for that which you worship with every inch of your being. What is more generous than a deity letting you tear yourself apart upon them? To let you lay hand and lips upon them? To feel your blood upon their hand by their acceptance alone?
Dreya tilts her head to grant him easier access to the skin of her throat, where galaxies and supernovas run through her veins beneath the surface. One hand lifts to press against the small of his back, urging him closer still. When she sighs in pleasure and delight, its the soul of the universe itself that sighs in tandem with her, through her. What it cannot speak, she can. What it cannot touch with hands, she can. Already impaled upon her, fingers press and press - not with razor claws or ferocious violence, but part through flesh and blood with tender care, like the splitting of an orange or lovingly opening a closed book. Her fingers brush across his very core with a lovers embrace, as gentle as the delicate touch of petals despite the blood on her hand. She caresses him and so does the universe through her, accepting his burning want and reciprocating in kind through the intimacy of the blood and contact.
Her head turns to where he's pressed to the graceful beauty of her throat and pulls back only so she can kiss him proper, while her hand remains buried within the chest, touch ever gentle and loving in its morbid scene. But he is beyond mortals as well, he can endure such a loving gesture from a goddess. She draws them together under red infernal moonlight. Want. Want. Such a strange concept to be reintroduced to beyond knowledge. She wants, and so she accepts his own wanting in kind, feeds it in kisses and blood sacrifice and in the tilt of her head when she allows him back to her throat and accept his gaping hunger while her own shows in the possessive hand on his back on the loving touch, the claim of this one as hers no matter what any other dare say.
#scrtilegii#CHOMPS ON THIS DELICIOUS FOOD#i have been thinking about this all day#oh the love in the violence!#the intimacy of blood spilled for the one you love and long for#to have a goddess reach in and touch your very core#be it a heart or maybe a more spiritual sense of core#i leave that up to you and your headcanons#BUT YOU GET THE IMAGE IM GOING FOR#how someone would see an act of tearing someone apart as violence#but no she does it with gentle love when it demands blood and injury#its fine hes skewering himself anyways HFJHDSFG#THEYRE JUST SO GOOD OKAY#THE HORRORS ARE HORRIFICALLY ROMANTIC#it doesnt matter if no one else gets it#THEY do and thats what matters#......also she apparently likes neck kisses#yeah you can worship her parma#she'll accept it from you and you alone#᛭ — [IC] pursue knowledge with meraki o blazing soul [DREYA]#᛭ — [RELATION] the stars suspire when our orbits find each other [DREYA & PARMA]
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what if you had to use your safeword during sex with aki?
i doubt that he would ever go that far where you have tp use it. but, maybe you were just having a rough day or something and instead of feeling relaxed during sex it makes you anxious (maybe?) and you get overwhelmed and say the word..
how do you think would he react? and take care of you?
ah.... I agree, I feel like aki would never intentionally push you too far, he's always so gentle and careful with you. he'd never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. but he still insists on having some kind of safe word, just in case you happen to get overwhelmed or need a break.
the moment you say the word, he's abandoning whatever he was doing to hold you and ask if you're alright, and ask what he can do to help. if you just needed a break, he'll let you rest until whenever you're ready. he's so so gentle when the two of you start up again, making sure you're comfortable with every single touch. and if you want to stop, aki will help you get comfortable so you can relax. he'll help you with your clothes, he'll wrap you up in the blanket, and he'll bring you water or something to eat.
there's no need to talk about things or explain yourself, because aki understands how sometimes, you just need to stop and rest. but if you feel like talking, he'll always ask you if there was anything he did that you didn't like, or anything he could have done to make you more comfortable, so that the next time will be better for you.
#a bit of self indulgent ranting incoming#it is my firm belief that aki would be the most gentle lover you would ever know#he would truly care about you so much#he loves you from the bottom of his heart#and he'd be so scared of hurting you or messing up#so I think he'd be so patient with you especially during your most intimate moments#aki is the type of person who always asks to kiss you even when it's like the hundredth time he's kissed you#he's the type of person who makes sure you're okay during every moment#and if intimate things tend to overwhelm you or give you anxiety#he is extra careful and patient with you#so so patient#he'd always go at your own pace#he always makes sure there's safe words or hints you can give him to let him know you need a break#and..... and can you tell I'm projecting#I'm not sure what I'm even saying any more.... brain = fry#but I hope my answer was sufficient at least#aki... is perfect#ask mags#aki <3
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#there's this korean guy i follow in insta who insists that korean girls only like guys that are ONLY nice to her#vs guys who are kind and nice to everyone#and i'm like???????#okay so korean girls have poor taste in men got it lmao#i feel like he can't possibly be right about that bc like ??????#Like i get the ... appeal of a fictional guy who treats you better than everyone else#and ideally you'd be treated well by your bf#but in the *real world* i would hatteeeeeeee to date a guy who was an asshole to people. especially my family. friends. peers. etc. just bc#he valued me more????#or even just... indifferent to people#idk this strikes me as a weird cultural phenomenon lol#maybe i find generally kind gentle men sexy ???? and that's apparently not for korean girls 🤔#that or this particular guy has a skewed perspective#like the ML in Attorney woo was a great all around kind gentle guy so i'm curious. korean followers. was he not actually an ideal ML for th#korean audience??#cause I found him the PINNACLE of the type of guy i like haha#anyway... i'm so baffled lol#funky's personal tag
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30. Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.
I feel like I'm about to curse myself, but there was a discussion about what would happen if Nicki and Bianca had been the ones to find Armand after TVA as opposed to Benji and Sybelle and I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head.
I think they both deserved a chance to be featured since Bianca is around in PL and just about everyone BUT Nicki comes back from the dead, with Armand's contrasting relationships with them both fascinate me. Bianca is ruthless but emotional and I think it would have been a beautiful thing for her to help him as she nursed him when he was sick and dying and for him to realise there are people he loves still around and how he impacts them. She's also done with Marius' shit, so that would have been interesting to look at too.
I feel like it would have had a lot of meaning for Lestat, who is always the light and bright one to Nicki's darkness, awoke from his state to him playing to mirror what happened in TVL and that the echo of Daniel's condition to Nicki's could have been explored in a really interesting way. Looking at Louis and Antoine with the Mark 1 around? Absolutely fascinating. He's also just, and I can't really use another word for it because this is it, a bitch and I love that about him. He does not give even a little fuck what people think of him, he's not afraid to die (he's tried enough) so he's not afraid of the older generation in the slightest and just does whatever.
#nicki and armand's relationship also fascinates me because i think there's love there in it's own way#they've both experienced each other at horrible points in their lives#but they were what they had and i think exploring that when armand was recovering would be so interesting#it's not that i don't like b&s it's just that their characters don't feel as rich for me as bianca and nicki do#i know armand is trying to start over with 2 new kiddies and i get it but maybe it would also have helped to explore his past#and deal with some of it#at the same time lestat is dealing with it#also nicki's harshness to louis' gentleness in one room would be absolutely hilarious to work with#also modern well '97 nicki for me is 1000% early 90's goth culture and morbidity#it's his comfort zone#he doesn't know what to do with hope so it would be interesting to help him inspire some of it#okay this was probably a lot more than you bargained for sorry#maybe i should have gone for ot4 fall in love with each other slowly but surely#answered#nodominion
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I'm not okay
#good omens 2 spoilers#Good omens season 2#Good omens#Literally how dare you#Like emotionally I am Not Okay that was so#Might as well have just killed one of them#That's how I'm feeling#Mourning??#Metatron sucks in spn and good omens lmaoooo#Surely aziraphale should have known that crowley would never want to be an angel again???#He doesn't like being called nice or good#Not because he believes he's bad but because those are things associated with heaven#And he (and azi) was so badly mistreated by heaven of course he wouldn't want anything to do with them#Pls how did he not know this#He did know this right????#Gentle and romantic????#Gaiman?? Not to mention heart wrenching gutpunching pain#Im#Screaming crying throwing up
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